The Cherry Galette
of Summer’s Blessing
Chapter One: When Cherries Call
When the linden trees bloom , on one such morning thick with the hum of bees and the laughter of children, that we took basket in hand and wandered to the orchard edge. The little ones ran ahead, faces sticky with excitement, calling out whenever they spotted a tree heavy with fruit. Under branches woven like lace, we picked and plucked, our fingers stained crimson and hearts light as midsummer winds.
The baskets, once empty, soon brimmed with cherries—plump, glistening, and bursting with juice. And as tradition often nudges us kindly along, we brought the bounty home not just to eat, but to honor it with fire and flour. Thus began the baking. Oh , how much I love coming home.
The Cherry Galette of Summer’s Blessing
—A Rustic Recipe for Sweet Days and Red-Stained Fingers—
"Na svatého Jána otvírá se létu brána."
“On St. John’s Day, the gate to summer opens.”
(A midsummer saying, reminding us that cherries ripen at the very heart of the season.)
Chapter Two: Pie Dough — Těsto jako z pohádky (Dough from a Fairytale)